Hello all! A few nights ago I planned the end of the story (; (;
DON'T WORRY I STILL DON'T KNOW HOW I'M GOING TO GET THERE
IT'LL PROBABLY BE A WHILE BEFORE THE STORY ACTUALLY ENDS I PROMISE<3
unless you want it to, that's cool.
maybe a sequel? but idk what the sequel would even be about....
PS- Guys, I know ya'll want me to update, here I am updating because I'll feel bad if I don't. But when you keep telling me to update it puts alot of pressure on me to update, so then I do update so I won't let you down, and then that update ends up not how I want it to be, because I wrote it so you had a new chapter to read. I want to take my time and write at my leisure. And I know how you feel when you want me to update, of course I spam people with "PLEASE UPDATE"'s, but in an Authors perspective, it's just kind of making the story unfold in the wrong way for how they want this story to be. If that makes any sense at all. I'm not abandoning this story, never! I'll still write somewhat often, but lately I really have writers block with this story. It's been on here for like a year!!!
Christian's POV
I sigh as I sit at home. Tristan is still in the hospital. I don't really know what they're doing. They might send her to a mental hospital or something. But she is over 18 so she can probably just come back home if she wants to.
Suddenly the phone rings and I rush to get it. "Hello?"
"Hi, this is the Seattle Hospital, we're calling for a man by the name of..." Some papers crinkle, "Christian Novelli?"
"That would be me..." I say nervously. Is she okay?!
"I'm Alisha. I'm calling about Tristan... She just got off or the medication and is in stable condition, she's asking for you... We would like to request you return to the hospital as soon as possible. The nurse at the front desk- Cara- should let you in right away."
"Okay! I'll be there right away! Bye!" I hang up the phone and run out the door, driving straight to the hospital.
After getting directions to her room, I head there, my toms slapping against the way-too-clean tile flooring. I tap lightly on the door before walking in. Tristan is staring blankly at the ceiling as I enter the room. She looks pale and sick, just like you would imagine someone in the hospital.
"Tristan?" I whisper, walking over to her. I want to hold her hand, but she looks like she might break.
The nurse gives me a look and walks out of the room, leaving me and Tristan alone.
"Hmm?" She looks away from the ceiling but avoids eye contact with me.
"Are you okay?" I sit at the foot of her bed and sit my hand on top of hers, gently tracing the veins visible underneath her porcelain skin. Her hand feels almost lifeless, which scares the heck out of me, but I stay calm.
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Touch The Sky (Christian Novelli fanfic) (In editing!!)
FanfictionChristian doesn't know what to do with himself. He's depressed. Then Tristan ends up seeing scars on his wrist, and wants to help him. Although she's afraid her crush will turn into something more if they spend too much time together, she's determi...
